28/04/18 - 1 #hukif land I am at a restaurant with my wife and friends, looks to be pretty fancy. My wife has her hair like Gamora from Guardians of the Galaxy. We are all at a table chatting away and the waiter comes to take out orders, everyone says what they want but I have forgotten to look at the menu!! I try to look quickly before they go but cannot find anything vegetarian, so I look around the restaurant and try to speak to a waiter but they are all ignoring me now, and now it looks like a college cafeteria and I see a lancashire hotpot and think I will get that - but see they have bacon strips in it! ahh! I do an RC and realise I am dreaming, so I look at the large wall of the cafeteria and think about trying to locate Hukif, I call out his name several times, searching for him. I listen, and feel for his direction, but instead of flying there - I sort of fade out. It's different, like teleportation , but unless I stay asleep I'm gonna wake up! so I pinch myself, scratch myself, lick my arm and punch my stomach in order to stay in the dream. Gradually everything begins to fade back in, the place I find myself is light , happy. There is a house in the middle of a large street, it's unassuming, not too large but something of a good size. It has a large area around it and I don't pay attention to what else is in this neighborhood - this is Hukif's house I am sure of it. This place, it reminds me of a children's tv program, or how a memory appears to be nostalgic: it's so innocent and fresh. I walk into the house , which has a nice interior, light colors, and there is a fish tank in front of me, and in front of the fishtank a door that goes down a set of stairs, and down the stairs is Hukif. I know this because I have seen this all before - in a previous dream? I don't know how I know it , but I do. And I go into the fish tank and find a key, and go to open the door but suddenly I hear some booming steps, and Hukif is coming up - I suddenly become a little scared, I know of the powers he has in dreams and I dont want to get on his bad side. He throws open the door and has an angry look on his face. I see him as a big guy (not fat) with short cropped hair (possibly buzz cut) and for some reason is dressed as a sailor or captain of a ship. I back away a little and I say 'Hukif?' and he suddenly smiles, putting on this show - he wasn't really angry and then I say 'HUKIF!' with a big grin on my face and we give each other a hug. I fade out at this point and dont think I get to tell him the target 2 Skater Hawking I am watching Einstein and Nikola Tesla discuss something together in a basement, and Stephen Hawkin comes rolling in on his wheelchair, he has a baseball bap on and bright skater style clothes on. They both welcome him in and he is a little shy, they tell him how impressed they are of his work and he lightens up, saying how he didnt think he was in the same league as them 3 #stranger land(edited) I am watching a Documentary about something and I start to lose interest, I do an RC by pinching my nose, but am not sure if it works or not, so I try to read something instead, and finally I become lucid. So I decide to find #stranger and start calling his name out, I call it again and again and then the same thing happens as did with Hukif, I fade out, teleport and then my surroundings fade back in. I am in a cold dark place, it is snowing heavily, everything is covered in snow, I think I am in a field and a silhouette of a bare tree is all I can see against the dark blue sky, I wake before I get a chance to find him though 4 Superman I become semi lucid and decide that I am superman, I need to get out of this place, this warehouse that I am in . I fly out of the building to see myself surrounded by more tall walls. A small church lays in the corner so I fly down and head into the church, I see a false library area that I have just thought up in the corner of the church, and then I think up a secret passage so I pull out a book and a false door opens up that I walk through. Can't recall what happened after that 5 Party Karaoke I am at a party, in a room and with friends, there is a karaoke machine and I put it on and start singing to what I think is a song from Grease 2, with Michelle Pfeiffer doing the main vocals on the old video screen , I try to sing along but have no idea what the words are. I then get talking to someone, become semi lucid again and start talking about dreams. This person is telling me about a dream they always have every night, being stuck inside this dark house - and I realise that this person has depression, that the feeling of being stuck in the same place, dreaming of the same thing is a sign of depression
27/04/18 - Pre Sleep - focused on target, was able to keep focus a little longer this time. 1 I am at some kind of a party, inside a large building going up some stairs, lights are flashing in time with the music, and I am going up to the top room. (the Actress) Jennifer Lawrence is with me for some reason, and we are hanging out, then (the actor) Antonio Banderas starts to talk to me, he's actually flirting with me which makes me feel uncomfortable, then approaches me and kisses me! Jennifer Lawrence, who apparently had other ideas thinks I swing that way and excuses herself. I manage to escape the clutches of Mr Banderas and start to mingle with other people in the party. Now I am at a bar, and talking to a french Actor. And I get a long shot now of where I am sitting, the camera zooms out - the whole party is taking place inside a small caravan, and on the outside it is rocking back and fourth, the neighbours in the area are not impressed! Inside I am talking to this actor (who usually plays a good ball) and actually is a great guy 2 I remember that I have a dentist appointment (which I really did have first thing in the morning) and I rush out of the house, in reality the dentist is just down my road, but in this dream reality this street is made up of many places I have visited in dreams before, and places that I lived close to in real life - its all mingled together. SO I walk past the cinema (which I recall from a few dreams years ago) and think I have gone too far - I am SURE the dentist was around here somewhere! Then my friend from childhood is walking along with me, trying to help me find the dentist, I am now semi lucid, even though I still feel I need to get to the dentist. My friend is telling me about his marriage, his life, and how happy he is - but its not about his waking life, but about his dream life, he s been married since '82 (he would have been 4 years old) and has kids and just prefers this reality better, where in real life he is single, has an on again off again relationship with a woman who has a kid from a previous marriage. I feel for him, its good to see him happy but isn't it all an illusion? Or maybe it isnt, thinking about Hukif's dream life, maybe it isn't. 3 I am walking back home on a dark road through a forested area, my dad and my family are with me. Suddenly we come across a whole herd of animals crossing the road from out of the forest, it is a beautiful sight, animals of all shapes and sizes, of all colors. My dad stands there as some huge white fluffy squirrel things climbs up his arms and perch on him for a while. And as I continue to walk I come across a strange fox, he has short stubby legs and a grumpy face. He has the proportions and size more similar to a crocodile. He is blocking my path, at first I am a bit hesitant, but then I realise he is not dangerous and so I gently pick him up, his grumpy face still not changing - and I set him down carefully on the other side of the road
Morning of May 8, 2018. Tuesday. I allow the awareness of my physical body to become autosymbolic in the rendering of a silver van. I recognize the essence of water as dream state induction, the gentle beautiful rain splashing lightly on me at times from my left through the open window of the van. The van is driving itself without incident even though I am behind the steering wheel. Zsuzsanna is to my right in this dream (and I am sleeping more down on my stomach, so she is to my right side in reality, though I most often sleep on my left side). The van was meant to move through rain, which is the essence of well-being and healing factors, the brain and heart about 73% water at that. We go through a sparse forest of young trees; the trees on each side pass by in both directions. I do not reflect much upon such impossibility. We phase through a chain-link fence. I enjoy going down the escalator of Hinkler in the van, with brief puzzlement of what may or may not be a car wash as we go elsewhere. Other people are walking around, shopping. Miniature cars drive above me, on the ceiling, upside-down, their headlights creating a harmonious awareness. The van drives itself through a hall in an unknown building that is just big enough for it to move through. Then in a more augmented vestibular awareness, we fly far above a lake near early evening. Rain upon me in the dream state is so pleasing. Whatever vehicle my body becomes auto symbolically, car, van, airplane, boat, there is still flight potential.
26/04/18 - target (me) Pre-sleep - focused on target to project, but fell to sleep pretty fast as my mind was groggy with toothache! 1 My dad had a new camera, and he was taking crazy zoomed up photographs of everyone, did one of my face and it was all distorted, and then another of my chicken's face, who was looking pretty surprised about it. Then my cat started playing with my rabbit, and my dad got worried because he thought the cat would eat the rabbit, but I said it was cool, and as we looked over they were dancing around with each other in between sleep, tried focusing on the target 2 I am back on my own street where I grew up, cromer rd, a woman I used to work with is inviting me and my wife to her wedding, but we notice my car has been broken into, I think by one of my family (in this scenario my family, my kids are rough, like I was when I was a kid) and she helps us pick out the broken glass from inside the car. Strange dream - it felt like my present wife and family put in the place of my family when I was growing up 3 I am walking from school with a group of people, we've missed the bus so we have a few miles in the countryside to walk back. After walking some it starts to get really cold, snow is coming down and I realise I forgot my coat back at school (which is now an older building) I tell the group this and they just shrug, so I tell them I need to head back and they just nod to say ok and continue walking forward - so I head back alone. I'm cold, I can't see the school, just miles and miles of fields in front of me. Then I realise I am dreaming and for some reason have the urge to search for HUKIF (even though now I am naked ha ha) so I call out for him - and my voice is just so huge and sharp here 'HUKIF.... HUKIF' I shout, trying to locate the direction he is in, but then I start to fade, my dream is ending already? I try to hold on, and then after a few seconds everything goes black, and and fades in again and I am in this beautiful house, either a entrance or front room - is Hukif here? does he live here? there is some real nice old wooden furniture around, the general color of the this room is pretty light. In front of me are some stairs, that lead up, and I shout 'Hukif! Hukif!' but my voice is softer here, even though everything around me is so crystal clear. But I can't find him, can't feel him around and then I wake
2018-05-08.pdf my dreams are in the above pdf please click to view them I really maxed out on pictures today.
Currently working on this technique where I do a WBTB and fall asleep as I observe my thoughts as if they were on a huge cinema screen.
The dream started at J's house. He was being a bit of a jerk, so I left and went to my house. I then turned the entire street into meat to get rid of him after entering through the front gate. There was a gathering in the kitchen. The whole time I knew I was dreaming. I was anxious that he would try to come for me, so I was pacing. At one point, I looked in the mirror, and since dream mirrors have strange properties, My face distorted, with my mouth shifting to the left. I also explained to some people why I turned our entire street into meat and my intention for it. I then heard a slam on the front screen door. Me and someone else went to investigate. The guy said, "It's probably J," and looked through the screen door. "No, it's a few dogs." I replied. I opened the door and one tried to bite at my arm. It was this big black dog, but it's lips and jowels were so large that it's teeth couldn't reach my arm, so I helped it by moving my arm further into it's mouth. When it bit me, it didn't hurt; I just woke up.
Date of Dream: TUE 8 MAY - 2018 Dream No. 325 - Separated Sections Dream 325 A - The Cooper Games I don't remember much of this dream. From what I can remember, I was at this completely unknown outdoor area. I actually wasn't in this dream but was rather watching the events take place. There was game board set up in a frame of sticks, sort of like a match-3 board. There was a small bolted piece of wood nearby where players went to do something. There were three players in this game. The first player was Sly. His holographic marker appeared on top of the bolt and this meant that it was his turn. Next was Bentley's and last was Murray's. Their appearances as well as their logo design was that of Sly 2 and 3. They kept taking turns for a while, but eventually, the dream threw Carmelita into the mix as well. That's all I can remember. Dream 325 B - No Beach For You I can't remember how the dream started. From where I can remember, I was in an unknown outdoor area. I then went into the holiday house to see my brother talking to my mum. He promised me that he would finish talking at 7:15 PM so he and my dad could take to me the beach when there was still sun. I checked the time at 7:25 PM and I was getting nervous as he still wasn't finished. He only finished his conversation at 7:50 PM but by then it was too late. The sun had well and truly gone down and I wasn't happy. I said to him, “You were originally going to finish with mum at 7:15 PM. I wanted to go to the beach and you took that opportunity away from me”. That's all I can remember about this dream. Dream 325 C - No One To Save Me From Grandpa I don't remember much of this dream. From what I can remember, I was around the suburbs of my house. I went inside my house and there I saw both my grandparents from my mum's side but I forgot what they were doing. My grandfather then shifted his attention to me and what he did was scaring me. I didn't feel safe around alone, let alone feel safe in any part of the house now. I went outside onto the streets to try and find Dreamy WB but she was nowhere. I said to myself, something like “Not even Dreamy WB's here, I'm not safe at all”. That's all I can remember about this dream. Dream Tasks - Get Murray back as a regular DC/DG (Achieved? No) - Have Logan receive harsh penalties from Dreamy WB due to reckless social behaviours (Achieved? No) - Investigate where my SML postage has gone (Achieved? No) Dream 325: Results (Competition #3) 325 A Competition Night: 7 Lucid or Non-Lucid?: Non-Lucid Dream Guide: None Emergency Team: None Eligible For Competition Points: Yes 325 B Competition Night: 7 Lucid or Non-Lucid?: Non-Lucid Dream Guide: None Emergency Team: None Eligible For Competition Points: Yes 325 C Competition Night: 7 Lucid or Non-Lucid?: Non-Lucid Dream Guide: None Emergency Team: None Eligible For Competition Points: Yes Points For This Entry: 8.5 Calculation Details: - Non-Lucid Fragment (0.5) - Non-Lucid Fragment (0.5) - Non-Lucid Fragment (0.5) - 7-Day Recall Chain (7.0) + Previous Total: 40.5 Total Accumulated Points: 49.0 You may think that by the Cooper gang being in this dream, I have gotten Murray back but that does not match the criteria of my task. For the task to be achieved, I must be the one interacting with him.
Morning of January 28, 1994. Friday. In the continuation of my lifelong focus on establishing a higher understanding and control of the dream state and to vivify settings and experiences, dream control becomes a viable factor. (On the 1 to 5 scale, I am about 80% lucid until the last scene, where I become 100% lucid, and additionally lucidly omnipresent in becoming the dream state itself and my dream is greatly vivified. However, dream control and lucidity are unrelated as, through the virtuous circle effect and lifelong knowledge of autosymbolism, I liminally modulate many of my dreams without my dream self being aware I am dreaming.) It results in a setting that is much like Daisy’s first-floor apartment (yet also has an ambiguous association with the owners’ downstairs living area of the King Street boarding house). (Daisy was an elderly lady that my mother knew. We used to go to her restaurant and have hamburgers when I was young. We also visited her first-floor apartment of which was part of a commercial building near the middle of town. She had a sister who ran a record store where I got all my 45s when growing up.) Borrowing the concept of the three witches from “Macbeth”, as well as Wendy the Good Little Witch’s mean aunts - especially as an older vivid childhood dream had been influenced by them (and I often like to borrow content from my older dreams to develop a greater clarity of mind), I willingly set the plot in motion. The witches are more like Halloween witches, though more realistic as reasonable people than in movies or television (or comic books). There is a vague association with Daisy and her sister for two of them, but they do not have their identities. The landlady of the King Street boarding house also seems partially borrowed for the persona of the third. Despite the setting being modeled after Daisy’s apartment in Florida, it actually seems to be located in La Crosse, Wisconsin in my dream’s final scene. There is a white door (of which did not exist in real life in either facet of the composite setting) in the north wall of the living room. This is my challenge. In opening it, I will supposedly face “my greatest fear” (that is, my greatest possible dream-related fear, not a real life association) according to the information given by the three witches. They also say it is to be my greatest challenge. There is an atmosphere of sustained respect and intent. Meanwhile, the witches seem to be sewing and knitting things from spiderweb, including a sweater and larger afghan or shawl. They mostly take turns sitting on a couch that faces east. Eventually, I go to the door (oriented to the left of their courch, though slightly west of it so that one would have to turn about to their left to see it on the north wall). I am wondering how I will (instinctively) react. I am wondering how the witches will respond to how I react. When I open the door, my dream vivifies rather than serving as typical doorway waking autosymbolism. I open the door and walk through and suddenly find myself enjoying a sweet breeze and immediate “rush” of clarity and very pleasant and soothing summer sounds, as if I had stepped into a different dream and different level of unconsciousness. I am on the south side of the street in the 900 block of Main Street in La Crosse (a block north of the King Street boarding house even though it seemed I had just been on the first floor of that building, though again, also ambiguously modeled after Daisy’s apartment as part of the composite). The historical Christ Episcopal Church (of La Crosse) is off in the distance to my left. I hold a vague awareness of wondering if I will see my lifelong “dream girl” (precognitive identity of Zsuzsanna long before we met in real life - and she had made contact with me in real life in March of 1994, about two months after this dream). Nothing happens after this and no one else is around other than a few unknown people in the distance. It seems to be morning (even though the prior situation seemed to be taking place in early evening). I stand there enjoying the warmth and clarity and feel a deep sense of peace, which remains with me as I wake. In my intentional practices since I was a toddler, to modulate the dream state with allowance for RAS modulation when biologically necessary, it can easily be determined why RAS was passive here as the three witches. I was already on my way to what would otherwise be doorway waking autosymbolism, though there was no aggressive waking alert factor. Over time, this has remained a factor of both lucidity and liminal dream control, yet I was completely open to facing “my greatest fear” and this is how my dream naturally turned out without attempting to modulate the outcome as in many past dreams.
After I sleep a bit I wake up, write down my dreams, and lay back down on bed just thinking. I was hoping to just get up but I get the feeling I could possibly get into a dream. I think about Gyeongbokgung Palace. I'm by the entrance. I look around. There are people about. I notice few people wearing a hanbok. Kana is with me, looking around curiously and smiles at me. "Something wrong?" I am unable to find the symbol I imprinted the last time I was there. I ask Kana to come along thinking one of the girls in hanbok might be Jewel. I approach one and ask her if she's Jewel from Dream Views. She replies back to me in Korean. I don't know enough Korean to understand what she was talking about. Kana says it's not Jewel. However, I was not in a subjective reality. I go towards a wall and imprint my symbol. I then ask Kana if we should go exploring. We enter inside through the archway into the courtyard. There were more people there. No one stood out except a guy in a leather jacket. We didn't feel comfortable, so we don't approach him. Couple of kids were running about playing. We wander about and reach a souvenir shop. We just browsed. There were lot of hand fans, masks, and several other items. I hear a knock from waking and dream starts to collapse. I give Kana a quick hug and say I'll see her around.
I seemed to be in some sort of theatrical performance, as I was striding across an expansive black stage. Through a gap in the curtain, I could discern T barking orders at some confused children. Suddenly feeling rather agitated, I left through a side door, to find myself in an airy and spacious atrium, augmented by a sweeping crystal staircase. Accordingly, I started to wonder if I was dreaming. I glanced at my hand, to reveal it appearing perfectly normal with five fingers, as usual. Nonetheless, something was not quite right… Consequently, I located my diary, and glanced at a few words, turned away, and noticed immediately that the words had changed. Elated at this discovery, I soared to the landing, and summoned two dream characters to notify. Unusually, they were not irate and vexed at my proclamation; instead, they were somewhat congratulatory of my achievement. I decided to test my lucid abilities through some simplistic summoning; I evoked an iPhone (unimaginative, I know), duplicated it, and vaporized them both. Euphoric, I abandoned my companions, and proceeded down the stairs once more, to find another mysterious door. Curious, I entered through it to find a large kitchen area. However, it was not empty; a severe looking woman with her flaxen hair pulled backwards, sipped a mellow green cup of green tea, and proceeded to stare at me. Attempting to strike some conversation, I told her that this was a dream. She retorted her disbelief, as anyone would in waking life. Exasperated by her behaviour, I telekinetically seized her complacent drink, and I proceeded to morph its shape into a small statue, easily comparable to the original possessor of the drink. Her eyes widened with immense astonishment, and she unexpectedly sprinted towards the window. Horrified by her failure to leave the glass intact, and fly away, I darted to an unexpectedly bizarre. She lay on the grass floor, nude, conjoined at her elbow to a handsome man. They merely giggled at my approach. Relieved, I repaired the window, and with utmost care, I separated the bodies. She then chortled, and suggested that us three join in perhaps a ‘different’ way… Later, after the revelry had concluded, I stood at the front, gazing at the magnificent scenery that presented itself. I meandered through the gently tended garden in a sort of calming meditation. Before long, I had found an ideal lake, with the water serene and calm in the aesthetic sunlight. Nonetheless, I was somewhat exhausted of the calm surroundings, and wished for some movement in the scenery. Consequently, I summoned a few ducks to serenely swim across the mere. Refreshed, I controlled them to come towards me, and return to the house. Nonetheless, as soon as they had returned to me, I noticed an extremely bizarre creature. It was a giant black bird wearing a massive helmet, somewhat cylindrical in appearance. It made a strange, yet yearning call by tilting its head backwards. Fascinated by the dream’s imagination, I beckoned it towards me, as well. Before long, I had seven birds from the estate together seated in a large white room to examine closely. As I commenced my examination, the helmeted creature accordingly, commenced to fly away. Suddenly, several ‘camera-men’, halted its progress, and told me to leave until they had resolved their photography. Although I was slightly irritated at being ordered by dream figures, I left them to their devices for now. I discovered two cooperative dream figures wandering the streets, so I took them both to a café to discuss some key aspects of dream control. I evoked some bread rolls baked to golden perfection, almost glowing with savour for the three of us, as well as a few powerfully scented cappuccinos (to heighten dream awareness). Unexpectedly, I recalled the TOTM, and so I shaped some brown wisps between my hands to a magnificent chocolate cake. Feeling indulgent, I tasted its impossibly rich and textured contents, soon revealing a delicious berry flushed core. After our extravagance, curious, they asked me how I deal with anxiety in dreams. Feeling exceptionally erudite, I gave them a lecture on the subject, evoking accompanying imagery between my hands in wisps of fabric of the dream state. In a separate dream, I was supposedly taking a cello exam, in my own home. Several bizarre people were being exceptionally loud and unsympathetic, and worse, I could not find my end-pin stopper. In eventuality, it was canceled. As I drove off, I noticed that my house was lit up like a beacon.
Got hit with a bad sore the last few days, but that's subsided now. I'll hope it stays that way. Log 1103 - Hooked Hand and Rick Brain Swap Scraps Created Monday 06 May 2018 Scrap Group 1 At home. I'm fixing some electronic. Somehow, my hand gets impaled by a plastic hook, punctured from the back and going straight through the palm. Dad recklessly (yet cleanly) pulls it out. At home. My brother is watching Rick and Morty in pain view of my neice and nephew. This episode had Rick negotiated with an alien to swap bodies with each other. Part of the procedure involved disembowelment. That's when I've decided the kids've seen enough. Log 1104 - Elona Taxes Urban Area and Evil Fighters Scraps Created Monday 07 May 2018 Scrap Group 1 Playing Elona+ Custom. I accidentally take all the gold from my shop's safe. High taxes were certain. At an apartment room in an old urban area. Spectator. Set in a busy shopping center during an overcast day. Frieza from DBZ suddenly appeared. He demanded to know where Goku was, lethally zapping those who didn't know, and telekinetically thrusting others that only had partial knowledge. Later, I'm given the role of Akuma from Street Fighter, who was looking for Ryu. I Ashura Warp throughout the place, startling people when I phased through them. Eventually, I find Ryu, whom was much different than usual. Apparently, he'd adopted a contemporary lifestyle, having his own vehicle, and even a wife (who was in late term pregancy). And yet, Akuma would not back down from a fight, and attacked the former world champion. During the fierce bout, Ryu's wife vehicularly assaulted Akuma. In response, Akuma smashed the car with a Messatsu Gou Shoryu. He then charged up a Messatsu Gou Hadou, when the dream ended.
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